I suddenly felt a chill running down my back, and all the misdeeds of the Japanese in the past hundred years came to my mind. The tycoon was right. In the past hundred years, Japan and the people of the world have only left the impression of crazy plunder and expansion.
, it started with the invasion of ships and artillery, and later it was the impact of anti-Japanese culture and electronic waste.
"Mr. Feng, what should I do?" Xiao Kereng has become much more awake.
"Xiao Xiao, I want the police station to provide detailed on-site investigation reports and pictures, hoping to find clues to the murderer." I began to become silently angry. If this matter was really the mastermind of a big shot, he
What he did was simply outrageous.
Xiao Kereng sighed: "With such a violent explosion, both the man and the guqin may have been burnt to charcoal - it's a pity that Miss Gu is such a wonderful and outstanding girl..."
It's me who should sigh. If Gu Zhijin pursues the investigation, I won't be able to escape suspicion. Especially the ending of giving the piano to Gu Qingcheng without taking any money can't be explained at all.
Xiao Kereng was just about to turn around and leave. I blinked and winked, asking her to wait. The weirdness of the warrior statue tonight touched my heart even more. If the tycoon didn't come in, I might still be with Su Lun.
We had a long conversation on the overseas phone. If Xiao Kereng was here, it would be more convenient for the three of us to discuss it.
After the car explosion, Gu Qingcheng will undoubtedly die, so what about Tengjia’s soul hidden in the guqin? Will it also disappear with the burning of the guqin? If Tengjia’s second thousand-year imprisonment is destroyed from here, will it really happen?
It's time to sigh with regret.
The tycoon should have finished what he wanted to say. He raised his right hand and extended his index finger: "Feng, what I just said has another additional condition. If you want to get what you want, you'd better consider my last sentence.
…”
His momentum had weakened a lot. Even Xiao Kereng was aware of this and couldn't help showing a surprised expression.
"What conditions?" My eyes fell on the fireplace with only firewood left, and I thought about how restless I was the night Guan Baoling disappeared. I had already had a premonition that this villa was extraordinary, but the angle of the warrior statue changed just now.
Still surprised me.
"Wash your hands in a golden basin and withdraw from the world." The tycoon said eight words.
Xiao Kereng walked to the bathroom knowingly, she didn't want to disturb my conversation with the tycoon.
The tycoon and I looked at each other, smiled and asked, "What do you mean? You want me to quit the world?"
The tycoon stared at me, but then leaned back and smiled bitterly: "Feng, we are all smart people, why do we keep talking to the point where we can't see anything?"
I understand what he means. If I want to be with Guan Baoling, I must leave Jianghu, a dangerous place of right and wrong, and ensure that I have my life to accompany Guan Baoling. Jianghu is extremely dangerous. Today's heroes may be dead in the streets tomorrow.
He is a big crocodile who has come through the bloody storm step by step. He understands this truth best, and he does not want his daughter to be with people in the quack.
"I didn't deliberately care about the affairs in the arena, but those things came to me, and my goal was not fame, wealth or power at all. Therefore, if I am no longer in the arena, I can't talk about withdrawing from the arena. Before I finish my work, I will continue to
If you keep going, no one can hold you or stop you." I told the truth and I spoke sincerely.
The tycoon showed an extremely complicated expression: "Feng, I am doing it for your own good——"
I cut off his words: "Senior Ye, don't worry about me. The most important thing to do now is to agree to the blackmailer's conditions, hand over 1.5 billion, and let the other party break Miss Guan's curse." Without any clue,
Only Guan Baoling's life is the most important. She would rather make a mistake than miss it. Every hour the time is delayed, the tooth chrysalis will penetrate deeper into her body. Who knows what the final result will be?
Fenglin Volcano no longer appears, and there is currently no better way to deal with the Fang Demon's curse.
The tycoon stood up hesitantly: "I will think about it again, and please give me a affirmative answer."
I smiled: "What I just said is the most affirmative answer and cannot be changed."
He gave a cold "hum", said nothing, and strode out.
After knowing the mystery of Guan Baoling's life experience in advance, I felt happy and upset at the same time. It was difficult to explain this matter to Su Lun. Scalpel's will asked me to take care of her for the rest of her life, but before I met Guan Baoling, I
I really want to do this. Now, the tycoon is no longer an obstacle between me and Guan Baoling, and after the curse of the fanged demon is lifted, there is no obstacle between us at all, and we can interact naturally.
"What should Su Lun do? Give up honestly?"
Xiao Kereng walked out of the bathroom, his face full of gloom: "Mr. Feng, Miss Gu is in some trouble. She suffered a sudden explosion after leaving Xunfuyuan Villa. The police suspected that we had tampered with her car.
The villa will be searched within forty-eight hours. It will be difficult to explain this matter clearly. Each of us will become a suspect, be closely investigated, and questioned repeatedly. There is nothing we can do next but listen to the police."
I didn't care to discuss this matter, walked to the fireplace, stretched out my hand to hold up the bronze statue, used my arms to pull it off. It weighed about fifteen kilograms, and it felt heavy. I put it down
On the dining table in the hall, observe it in a circle, hoping to find the source of the white light.
The light just now can be understood as electro-optical light or laser. If it is the above two, an excitation device must be needed. When I slapped the exterior of the bronze statue hard, it made a muffled "dong dong" sound. Apparently, the inside was completely solid.
. The box it held in its hand showed no signs of being burned.
I looked at Xiao Kereng: "Xiao Xiao, the angle of the warrior statue upstairs has changed. Do you want to go up and have a look?"
She was stunned and asked: "What?" However, she was always quick to respond and quickly stepped onto the stairs and ran to the second floor. As soon as she passed the corner of the stairs, she screamed in horror: "Huh? It's really changed!"
It has changed again. Could it be that this time, the Greenland ice sheet is melting again?”
I was about to sit down, close my eyes and meditate for a while, but when I heard her cry, I couldn't help but open my eyes.
Xiao Keleng's exclamations continued, and she patted the warrior statue hard, making a "bang bang bang" sound. She mentioned the words "Greenland Ice Cap", which touched me very much.
When I was in Italy last year, I watched a long TV special titled "Global Warm Winter Causes Arctic Icebergs to Melt" produced by an international environmental organization. It used a large amount of data and intuitive images to prove that the Arctic ice and snow are melting at a very high rate in five years.
The melted volume within the ice sheet exceeds the total volume of the past 50 years. The world-famous Greenland ice sheet is also affected by the warm winter, and its edges are constantly melting and falling into the sea water.
I got up and went upstairs, hoping that Xiao Kereng could provide further explanation. She said "again", which proved that she had had a similar experience before this strange incident happened.
Xiao Kereng stood in front of the warrior statue all the time, shaking his head and stamping his feet, very excited.
The warrior statue is stable and silent, shining brightly under the fluorescent lamp, but now I feel that its existence in this villa is a very strange thing.
"As early as two and a half years ago, in September 2003, Mr. Scalpel told me that the monitoring equipment found that the Samurai Statue had rotated three and a half degrees to the north. This tiny difference can only be observed with the naked eye.
He couldn't come out, but during the detailed search of the villa, he recorded the location and placement of every decoration, so he could easily find out its changes by comparing it before and after. Within twenty-four hours,
TV news reported that a piece of ice covering an area of about four square kilometers broke off in the northeast of Greenland, fell into the sea, and caused a mild earthquake on the seafloor. Therefore, he inadvertently connected the two things together, and
You want me to follow up on this matter and investigate whether the rotation of the samurai statue is directly related to the melting of the Arctic ice cap—"
Xiao Kereng's words were very long and incredible.
Xunfu Garden and Greenland are thousands of miles apart, so the possibility of being related is very slim, but I still believe in the scalpel's judgment, rather than believe that it exists or not.
I immediately used Xiao Kereng's phone to dial a number in the small Nordic country of Iceland. On the other end of the phone was my college friend Sunston. He currently works for the International Meteorological Union in Europe. His main research topic is "warm winter ice melt".
”.
Xiao Kereng walked into the study quickly, and immediately there was the sound of pages turning.
The bearded Sunston's rough voice remained unchanged: "Hello, who is it?"
The background sound of the microphone was the reverberating "tick-tick-tick" sound of various instruments, and of course the harsh "squeaking" sound of the dot matrix printer when working at high speed. He answered the phone while giving orders quickly:
"Unit No. 15 is connected to the conference projector, and machines No. 16, 18, and 19 continue to monitor the rising sea level in the Arctic. Contact the maritime helicopter surveying and mapping team to report in detail the location, volume, and thickness of the ice breakage. Immediately
Draw a fault trend map and send it back in ten minutes..."
I quickly announced my home address, and then went straight to the topic: "Sunston, tell me if there is something going on in Greenland?"
Sunston ignored the pleasantries and answered succinctly: "Yes, fifteen minutes ago, a very serious ice break occurred in the northeast of the old ice sheet area of Greenland. Preliminary estimates are that the ice that broke into the sea water was
It covers an area of more than 25 square kilometers and its thickness is unknown. An earthquake of magnitude 5 or above occurred on the seabed, accompanied by the resurgence of an extinct volcano. I have something to do, let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
He quickly retracted the line, which showed that he was in a highly nervous work command.
I took a breath and cast my gaze on the face of the warrior statue again. Except for the strange clock in its arms, the entire shape should be nothing surprising. If it had some kind of magical sensing function,
Being able to predict natural disasters in distant places must be of immeasurable value.
Xiao Kereng was still in the study. I sat on the sofa and stared down at his feet. Those boots, which were only worn by ancient cavalry, had clear textures, prominent details, and exquisite casting craftsmanship. Looking closely, they were similar to the terracotta warriors and horses.
The essential difference carries with it a certain magical charm.
Almost everyone in the history of carving masters has said: Carving works do not require delicate brushwork, but the work must be full of charm so that visitors can understand what you want to express without having to read the sign.
This warrior statue seems to have achieved this. If I were to give it a title, I would choose words such as "longing, anxiety, expectation, distant view, distant thoughts" because it gives people the feeling of...
A man standing high and full of expectations is looking into the distance.
So, what is the driving force for its own rotation? I patted my head, confused, and put aside Gu Qingcheng's bombing case first. Things always come first, and the pursuit of my eldest brother Yang Tian is better than what I thought.
All distractions.
Xiao Kereng stopped browsing and searching, walked out quickly, and held a book to me at the door of the study: "Mr. Feng, here is a book that I ordered when Mr. Scalpel came last September last year. The book is delivered to me."
Before arriving, he had already returned to Cairo. I have always felt that some of the plots in this book are related to the angle movement of the warrior statues."
Outside the window, the light of a searchlight suddenly passed by from east to west, and then there were two very dull "Puff" sounds when a sniper rifle was fired. I rushed to the window in one step, pushed open the window, and then flashed to the left side of the window.
, looking west. Since the tracking direction of the searchlight is to the west, the sniper's shooting target must also be in the west.
Xiao Kereng took out a slim gray walkie-talkie from the belt behind him and shouted in a low voice: "What's the matter?"
The walkie-talkie made one or two clutter noises, and then someone reported: "The southeast watchtower reported that someone was hiding outside the window on the second floor. After being discovered, he fled westward and shot twice, injuring the target's shoulder.
Department, but not fatal."
I stuck my head out, but there was a cold wind outside the window, and there was no one in sight.
The distance from the observation tower to the window of the main building was less than a hundred meters. If the sniper hadn't been suspicious and unwilling to shoot the opponent directly, what would have been left outside the window would have been a dead body.
Xiao Kereng shrugged his shoulders and expressed his helplessness: "Mr. Feng, the other party is very good at Qinggong. In addition, the night wind is very strong, so the people in the room can't feel anyone approaching at all."
When I closed the window again, my mind suddenly became clear: "If you are determined to dismantle Xunfu Garden brick by brick, why bother spending so much brainpower tonight to think about the secret of the samurai statue? Instead of talking about it on paper, Linyuan Xianyu
, it is better to rest early, conserve your energy, and solve a lot of mysteries tomorrow with one move." Just like a great man in China advocated "A gentleman is quick in action but slow in speech", or the only way is to use more hands, more brains, and more hands.
Thinking ahead is the heroic quality that a master tomb robber should possess.
What Xiao Kereng is holding in his hand is not a "book" in the strict sense, but some kind of privately bound booklet. It has a lake blue cover, two inches thick, eight pages in size, and the paper inside has turned yellow.
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I said softly "Eh" because it reminded me of the books I saw in a private library when I was traveling in Nanjing. At least from the outside, they were exactly the same. The sixth sense rarely makes mistakes.
Even though I know that such antique books exist in places where there are Chinese people around the world, I can feel that it is the same as the treasures in the library with the ancient name "Thinking of Qin, Mu Han, Admiring Tang and Zun Song".
That library has a new name, "Henwanju", and it is located on the back street of Liulicang, west of Yuhuatai, Nanjing.
Xiao Kereng put the book on the coffee table and smiled apologetically: "Mr. Scalpel spent 150,000 US dollars to order this book. He didn't read it himself and let me have a sneak peek. Thinking about it now, I still feel sorry for him.
"
She never told me that she missed the scalpel, but I could see that every time she mentioned the scalpel, her eyes would always get wet.
On the cover of the album, there is no eight words written in Wang Xizhi's "Lanting brushwork" like the "Hate Late Residence" collection - "Thinking of the Qin Dynasty, admiring the Han Dynasty, admiring the Tang Dynasty and respecting the Song Dynasty" - its cover is empty, but I leaned over.
Observing the paper from a 45-degree angle, it was obvious that there were slight traces of sandpaper polishing on the vertical position on the right side. I immediately figured out that this was just a later owner of the album and did not want outsiders to know that it belonged to Henwanju.
Things belonging to our ancestors, deliberately worn away.
The surname of the owner of the late Ming Dynasty is Xiang, and his given name is Hui. I learned from several seniors in Nanjing’s antique industry that Xiang Hui’s ancestors were the largest collectors of Qin and Han cultural relics in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. His library in Nanjing’s West City has a total of eight
Even the emperors of the Ming and Qing Dynasties were guests of the Xiang family. The earliest collections include inscriptions, plaques, couplets and impromptu poems from Kangxi and Qianlong. However, just like the "Chu" in Epang Palace back then
"A person is burned, but the earth is scorched." After the Japanese invaded Nanjing, the fate of the Xiang family was even worse than the tragic records in the history books, and all the books in their collection were looted.
"Xiao Xiao, this is a Chinese thing, right?" I stroked the cover of the "Huzhou Lanting Paper" that was said to have gone through forty pulping processes. Or maybe there was something hidden behind this simple booklet.
This is the tragic historical fact of the destruction of the Chinese nation and the destruction of the family. A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. The glory of the Xiang family did not fall into the conflict of ethnic separatism in mainland China.